When I felt like posting, I told myself to write instead. If I couldn’t find it in me to write, I spent time with some other creative pursuit – music, needlework, visual art and lettering, whatever. When I felt like thumbing and scrolling, I picked up my Kindle and read instead.…

When you turn down the white noise of mindless distraction, you can clearly hear what’s in your own heart and mind (even if it’s hard to hear).…

Many of my social networks were serving as heavy, moss-covered anchors holding me in my past self rather than allowing me to move freely, fully and confidently into who I am today.…

It came out in words, mostly, as I gave myself unfettered time – and privacy – to write things down without having to share them with the world. I journaled and scrawled on napkins at coffee shops and wrote blog posts I didn’t publish (yet).

The new owners of Flickr announced that they were going to erase the oldest photos from anyone with more than 1000 of them.

I hear you. I can tell you the *vast* majority of the Free accounts this change targets (which is <3%) have huge amounts of *private* photos, not public photos. It's overwhelming (but not 100%). They are not contributing to the community like the rest.